“What am I supposed to do with a wool coat? Especially here in Palm Springs?”“Sleep with it,” he suggested. “Think of me.”

“And I wondered, with mounting anxiety, What am I supposed to do here? What am I supposed to think?”

“What am I supposed to do while you’re gone? (Shahara)Think up ways to kill me while I sleep. (Syn)”

“Food," I suggested. "Sleep. That's what I need. To get the hell away from here."Cole frowned at me, as if I'd suggested "ducks" and "yoga".”

“I think I must be smiling at him because he's smiling at me, but he's smiling like he might be petrified; he's breathing like he's forgotten he's supposed to, looking at me like he's not sure how to do this, hesitating like he's unsure how to let me see him like this. Like he has no idea how to be so vulnerable.But here he is.And here I am.”

“I suggested we hire a new engineer, but someone ignored me. (Vik)And what was I supposed to do? Shit one out? (Devyn)”